Saturday, March 25, 2006

Driving over bridges at night. The waters are big and black, the skies reflection wild and rippled. You start to think; will the waters rise up and crash around the bridge, or will the entire structure and all the flesh and metal barreling over it be sucked down by a hungry but lazy ocean, unwilling to waste its skeleton-obliterating tides on such unworthy chunks of death? I know I wouldn’t.

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